I supposed to have an Entrepreneurship examination at 11.30am.
I woke up late at around 11.45am.
I bathed like The Flash.
I rushed to the LRT station like a mad man.
I missed a train and got into one after waiting for 10 minutes.
I arrived at my uni around 12.05pm.
I checked my wallet and noticed that I lost my examination sticker.
I felt so fucked up because I didnt study quite enough and I didnt attend my Entrepreneurship exam.
I ate at the warung like nothing is happening while on the other hand, I supposed to sit for an exam.
I felt that life is so beautiful.

At least, there is still a little regret over it.

Dont call me crazy. I am just a little bit not on the lane.

Suit yourself to call me dumb, stupid, idiot or not a good choice maker etc etc.I know I am every one of those.

"bapa (which is very awkward calling your dad as "bapa" because i`ve never watched or witnessed my friends calling their father as 'bapa' but they used ayah or abah but still it`s acceptable kan?), I am tired to act like a goodie goodie person because I`ve been stomped on, back-stabbed, and even humiliated for being the very smiley face you told me to be once. so instead let me tell you something that have been haunting me lately. I`ve been using your nail method but in reversed order; every time when a person was mad at me and made me so dangggggggg mad, I stick a nail respectively on our house`s toilet`s wall. and whenever I felt good and again, I pluck each of them and it seems that the cooldown is just for a very short time. For the last few days, I`ve been wondering and thinking that when I were this kind of holy creature, people can easily throw shit at me. dont argue with me about karma because I`ve been observing and noticing that karma is not fit in for the concept to live in this new world order unless you live in the so closed-up community of losers and which is very delicate and cunning and even in your era, karma had least lived its existence, if you know what I mean. so, I`m so sorry father if I cant follow your voice for now or maybe for eternity" said the anak.

(ok. tetiba je anak beranak ni speaking english kan? haha)

so the bapa replied "Now you know, I`m not the only teacher of you, dont you?"

"Why did you move that horse chess piece?" Nurul asked Razmi. Razmi was playing chess with his friend, or he would prefer considers her as an arch-enemy, in chess. Razmi replied to Nurul "this is a plan and one of my tactics to win this game, dummy", replied with a serious face, trying to show that he was concentrating for the game. Nurul nodded and smile innocently.

Nurul is a 7 years old kid, a neighbor of Razmi. Razmi`s opponent, Hanida is the same age as he is, but she is a little bit matured and more friendly, so happy-go-lucky type.

"Eh kak Nida, why did you move that piece?" said Nurul. Nida smiled instead, saying "you know, in a game like this, players must move their piece in order to defeat their opponent. so, i`m moving this Queen in order to check his King, making his pieces paralyzed in order to save the King. hopefully I can checkmate though".

"What is checkmate?"-Nurul. "Can you shut up please?" Razmi yelled. Nurul startled. "Relax, Mi. She`s just a kid. Maybe furiously curious. We were once like that, kan?. Relax lah. I bet you`re so stressed to win me. teeheheee" Hasnida interfered with a quick bossy face and a teasing face. Razmi`s ego burned up because he felt so challenged with that sarcastical teasing look. Nurul quickly went behind Nida`s back scared, apologizing.

After 27 minutes playing, Razmi had to face the truth. He lost to Nida. With an angry face, he went to Makcik Salmah`s stall nearby and bought a plastic bag full of ice-cream. "Take this. Your reward. Like I promised, it`s my treat. You can take it too, Nurul" said Razmi.

Finished eating the whole bunch of ice-cream. They gathered back to that pondok and started to arrange the order back for each chess pieces, starting a new game.

"Sayang, we`re playing a new game. Seems like Razmi cant get enough of defeat. (with a cynical laugh) And because we wanted to see the mistakes we made in our steps. We would try to repair the errors, if we could" - Hasnida

I guess, people do something for special reasons, dont they?
And sometimes, even if they dont have any reasons to do that something, they could create one to make their life a comedy drama. Arent they?

Helos :

Notice how different I am in my blog than I am in real life. That's not my mask. This is something I suppress and cloaked, because in real life if I show to you this side, people will laugh like a hyena on hundred bongs of weeds because it`s totally opposite of who I am. Since someone is responsible for adding a little crack summore, spreading diseases, I`m just gonna smoke some ciggies, drink hot tea, and have fun because I know someone else are having fun too, somewhere, somehow. Let's shake hands.

Everything started to make sense, somewhere somehow, doesnt it?

I'll show you a tiny micro of sense.Because Allah has full sense.

And hmmmm it's alright to be perasan. But its not alright to think that you over-excessively fit-in as some jigsaw puzzles here. it's like watching a Geli-Mat video. because my brain, and some dozens of similarly close brain of mine knew the real Berita Harian, Harakah, Metro, Mastika, Mangga or whatever you call the real true newsflash. let's not forget about God. I think I should end things here with a smiley btw :D